Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that hates you with a burning passion.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
The entrails of the last priest
A duplicate
A List of Every Possible Object
A lost sock
A toy from the nursery inside a U.F.O.
A crocheted baby blanket with a large discolored spot in the corner
A selection of necessary badges
A perfect agate
A cheap plastic orrery
An Unfamiliar Family Photograph

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